Towards Dover. Blackfriars, London St. Pancras, Ashford, Dover. Early on the timetable. As usual. In Blackfriars station a girl runs to catch the train. Needs to hold her bosom with the left forearm. Needs a better bra.
Time for thinking. For remembering. Remember her smiles. Remember her tired eyes. Remember her "smileys". She was of a shocking beauty. There's nothing more cruel then beauty. To remember is not the best thing, in such a situation. But memories are all that remains to you. I liked to breathe the scent of her skin. I did the same with Alice. Breathing scent/skin of a woman by night, in justapoxition to the particulate we breathe by day.